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Tyler
said
,
"
No
.
"
Like
every
guy
on
his
first
night
in
fight
club
,
I
breathed
in
and
swung
my
fist
in
a
roundhouse
at
Tyler
's
jaw
like
in
every
cowboy
movie
we
'd
ever
seen
,
and
me
,
my
fist
connected
with
the
side
of
Tyler
's
neck
.
Shit
,
I
said
,
that
did
n't
count
.
I
want
to
try
it
again
.
Tyler
said
,
"
Yeah
it
counted
,
"
and
hit
me
,
straight
on
,
pox
,
just
like
a
cartoon
boxing
glove
on
a
spring
on
Saturday
morning
cartoons
,
right
in
the
middle
of
my
chest
and
I
fell
back
against
a
car
.
We
both
stood
there
,
Tyler
rubbing
the
side
of
his
neck
and
me
holding
a
hand
on
my
chest
,
both
of
us
knowing
we
'd
gotten
somewhere
we
'd
never
been
and
like
the
cat
and
mouse
in
cartoons
,
we
were
still
alive
and
wanted
to
see
how
far
we
could
take
this
thing
and
still
be
alive
.
Tyler
said
,
"
Cool
.
"
I
said
,
hit
me
again
.
Tyler
said
,
"
No
,
you
hit
me
.
"
So
I
hit
him
,
a
girl
's
wide
roundhouse
to
right
under
his
ear
,
and
Tyler
shoved
me
back
and
stomped
the
heel
of
his
shoe
in
my
stomach
.
What
happened
next
and
after
that
did
n't
happen
in
words
,
but
the
bar
closed
and
people
came
out
and
shouted
around
us
in
the
parking
lot
.
Instead
of
Tyler
,
I
felt
finally
I
could
get
my
hands
on
everything
in
the
world
that
did
n't
work
,
my
cleaning
that
came
back
with
the
collar
buttons
broken
,
the
bank
that
says
I
'm
hundreds
of
dollars
overdrawn
.
My
job
where
my
boss
got
on
my
computer
and
fiddled
with
my
DOS
execute
commands
.
And
Marla
Singer
,
who
stole
the
support
groups
from
me
.
Nothing
was
solved
when
the
fight
was
over
,
but
nothing
mattered
.
